Here is the song I learned as a boy...

You ask what makes this darkie/poor boy weep
Why I, like others am not gay
What makes the tears roll down my cheeks
From early morn 'til close of day

refrain

The birds were singing in the tree tops
The Myrtle and the Ivy were in bloom
The sun on hill tops was shinning
As they laid her in the tomb.

I never shall forget the day
We roamed together through the hills
I kissed her cheek and named the day
When I would marry Kitty Wells.

repeat refrain

Then death came to my cabin door
And took from me my joy and pride
And when I learned that she was gone
I laid my banjo down and cried.

rep. ref.